Thunder cracked above the royal garden as Gerah's rewritten pages began to affect the physical realm. Statues blinked. Tapestries changed colors. The sky, once pastel blue, rippled with violet ink-like veins—signs that reality was now unstable.
Prince Xavier gathered his sword, not for battle, but for protection.
“If words can shape this kingdom, then so can our choices.”
In the library’s secret chamber, Dahlia, Jiru, and Anya found ancient scrolls sealed by forgotten authors—those who once rebelled against the narrative.
“This book isn’t just a novel,” Dahlia whispered.
“It’s alive… and it’s starting over.”
Gerah, trapped between the “Writer’s Veil” and her own creation, encountered a mysterious figure cloaked in ink and dust. “You are no longer a writer,” the voice said.
“You are a rewritten soul.”
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Gerah stood firm.
Then I will finish this story… my way
Mara, desperate to regain control, entered the temple of authors—an ethereal palace where rewritten scenes are judged. She begged the keepers.
“Make me the main character again. I deserve it.”
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But the keepers only responded:
“The ink follows truth. Not obsession.”
As Gerah reached for the final chapter hidden in her own subconscious, a doorway opened—revealing Xavier standing under a glowing sky.
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He reached for her hand.
“Let’s rewrite the ending… together.”
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The ground cracked as a new chapter began to bleed through the kingdom.
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